[...welp. Nevermind his clothes getting wet, he'll just reach over and turn the water off, then crouch down in front of Mikado and try to put a hand to his forehead.]
latches on. and tries his damnedest not to start crying again. ]
...I'm sorry, Masaomi-- This isn't... You shouldn't have to act like this f- for me. Haven't you experienced enough...? ...Mm-- You're... It should be my job to be supportive for you, after everything... Everything that you've--
[Wow, that... kind of makes him want to cry. But he just nods, and tightens his grip, curling up with Mikado in his arms and on his lap and trying to make him feel as safe and loved as he possibly can.]
[ he tries to keep telling himself that everything is okay now. he's safe. donatien-san is gone. it's going to be okay, masaomi is here and he's wearing his clothes and he's holding him and the costs weren't bad and he isn't mad that he got hurt again and it's going to be okay because he's safe beause masaomi is here but it's hard to believe himself about that right now so he just shrinks down and doesn't move and lets himself be held. ]
[He holds on tight, burying his face in Mikado's hair. He doesn't know what else he can do. It's hard to remember all the way back to the days when he himself could feel that kind of fear and damage after something traumatic. It's been a long time since anything's really left him that vulnerable. Upset, yes, but... Nothing's been new and frightening like that in far too long. He's not sure how to deal with it in Mikado, besides staying close like this, but he can at least do that much.]
[ this is good. holding him and loving him is good enough. he doesn't know what to do to make himself feel better, to move past this himself. ...Should he not mention it? No... That might seem like an insult to anyone close to him. ...He should just... Let them deal with it. Shouldn't be trusted to do anything on his own anymore. He almost died again. Again and again and again and again this happens and he's starting to feel like it might supposed to.
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...Mikado?
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Hey. I'm back.
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really bad choice of wording.
"the real world" makes him flinch a bit and he doesn't say anything, but nods and tries to stand up. ]
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Sorry... You okay?
[obviously he's not, but he's trying to judge the level of distress here]
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[ it's not okay. he's not fine. but he doesn't want to say that. ]
...I- I'm sorry. I keep thinking about it...
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[ushers him back towards bed (and clean clothes -- Kida's clothes, because it helps!)]
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latches on. and tries his damnedest not to start crying again. ]
...I'm sorry, Masaomi-- This isn't... You shouldn't have to act like this f- for me. Haven't you experienced enough...? ...Mm-- You're... It should be my job to be supportive for you, after everything... Everything that you've--
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[settles down on the bed, pulling Mikado up into his lap to cuddle him close]
I love you.
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...Mm, will you do something for me...?
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[Wow, that... kind of makes him want to cry. But he just nods, and tightens his grip, curling up with Mikado in his arms and on his lap and trying to make him feel as safe and loved as he possibly can.]
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[He holds on tight, burying his face in Mikado's hair. He doesn't know what else he can do. It's hard to remember all the way back to the days when he himself could feel that kind of fear and damage after something traumatic. It's been a long time since anything's really left him that vulnerable. Upset, yes, but... Nothing's been new and frightening like that in far too long. He's not sure how to deal with it in Mikado, besides staying close like this, but he can at least do that much.]
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after awhile, mikado finally stops trembling. ]
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I'm sorry, Mikado. I'd make it hurt less if I could.
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You are.